“Yes,” she moaned, her eyes wide. “I’ve seen you look at all of them, lusting at them, and it made me so jealous and so wet at the same time. I’m your girl, Clint. Yours.” Her hand seized mine on her ass and pulled it up to her left breast. “Yours. I’ve always wanted to be yours. Ever since we were little kids. And if you want other women than…than…”
“You want to please me,” I grinned. “You’re going to please me.”
“Yes,” she moaned, my dick aching hard as I squeezed her breasts. I couldn’t believe I was getting hard again. I have masturbated twice in one night, rubbing out back to back orgasms. And once a few weeks ago when Melody was out of town, I had masturbated five times in a day. But a third erection, so close to my last two, was unprecedented. But exciting.
“We’re going to fuck my mom.”
“And I know just how,” Melody purred as she pushed me back, her hand grabbing my wet cock as I sat down on my bed. She licked her lips.
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Melody Samuels
I was so turned on right now. I couldn’t believe this. Clint’s cum leaked out of my pussy as my dirty imagination went wild, ignited by watching my mom and Aunt Cheryl kissing and writhing. It was so hot. All those perverse fantasies that fell on me during the peaks of masturbation—thoughts of other women, wondering what it would be like to kiss a girl, to go down on her all while Clint watched—burned so hot in me right now.
Clint wanted other women. I wanted other women. Why not share them? Together. Even if they were our family. Clint was the man now in both our families. My father, the sperm donor, had abandoned Mom when I was only an infant, not long after knocking Mom up with Lee—we were a year and a few months apart. So Uncle Clinton had almost been like our dad. He would do the handiwork around our house, often with Clint as his apprentice. And when me and my sister misbehaved, it was Uncle Clinton who spanked us.
Just like he spanked Clint and his sisters when they misbehaved.
His death had both our families off kilter, and maybe, just maybe, Clint fucking us all, keeping us in line, reining in my bratty sister, would help put everything back to the way it should be. Clint was a strong man, he just had to realize it. Take those steps.
And he was. The way he seized me by the belt loops and pulled me to him when I walked into his bedroom earlier. How he had finally claimed me, taking our relationship to the next level. I didn’t care that incest was wrong. That it was illegal.
I loved him. He loved me.
And I would show him.
“What’s your plan?” Clint asked as I knelt before him in the space between his bed and the window, the sloping attic roof over our head.
I seized his dick, wet with my pussy. I could smell the sweet musk as I leaned in. “Your mom always sleeps in on Saturdays now.”
“She’s hung over,” Clint grunted, not pleased his mom started drinking after Uncle Clinton’s death.
“And my mom has to work at the university tomorrow morning with her debate club.” I took a long, slow lick up his cock, savoring my pussy juices on him. His dick thrust so long before him. I think he was bigger than an average dick. I really didn’t have a lot to compare him to. I reached the crown, flicking it.
“And?” Clint groaned, his muscular chest rippling as he leaned back, savoring my tongue swirling about the spongy, pink crown of his dick.
“And she’ll be alone, asleep. Lee will be out. She has too much energy to stay in the house. Your sisters will be in this house. I bet your mom will be naked, too.” I pictured my curvy, blonde aunt lying naked on the bed. She had a hot body for a woman her age. So sexy and mature. And so did my mom. I hoped I looked as good as they did when I was ancient.
“Fuck, Melody,” groaned Clint. “And we just pounce on her?”
“Yes. Just take her, fuck her hard, like your dad told you to in your dream. She misses him, and you look sooo much like your dad.” He did. The same chiseled chin and strong bodies, the same dark hair and commanding eyes.
“And you’re going to help. You’re going to be there, enjoying her.” Clint seized my hair, his fist tangling in the curls. He forced my mouth down his cock.
I gasped as his dick popped into my mouth. He grunted, my teeth scraping his dick, and I pulled them back. I knew not to use my teeth. I had talked to friends at school, learning all I could about blowjobs. I figured that was how we would start, me sucking him, easing into incest.
But now I was blowing him with two loads of his cum leaking out of my snatch.
“Shit, Melody,” he groaned. “That’s nice. I’ve wanted you to blow me for so long.”
I wanted to answer him, but his hand was on my head, directing me, taking charge. That sent a sexy thrill through me. He was in charge, dominating me. I think I might do anything he asked. Well, anything that was sexy and within reason.
My pussy clenched. My cousin’s cum leaked down my thighs. I shoved my right hand between my legs, rubbing at my messy flesh. I was so wet and sticky. I savored the proof of our lovemaking as I rubbed at my pussy, exploring my labia. I tried to feel if I was different down there now that I had lost my virginity. I moaned about his cock as I stroked myself, sucking, bobbing my mouth and swirling my tongue.
My labia felt more swollen, and my slit wasn’t so tight, but opened by his cock. I pushed into my folds and didn’t feel my hymen. No membrane of skin, full of little holes, covered the entrance to my pussy. I had used pencils to masturbate, slipping them through the bigger hole, reaming the slim piece of wood over and over into my pussy.
Now I could jam two of my fingers into my pussy without obstruction. They weren’t as thick as Clint’s dick, but it felt so hot working them into my sloppy flesh. I shuddered, moaning louder about his cock while I probed my pussy, feeling the silky walls.
Clint had loved these silky walls on his cock.
“We’re going to bang my mom so hard,” Clint moaned, his hand twisting through my sandy-blonde hair. I was the only true blonde in the family—Aunt Cheryl dyed hers because it made Uncle Clinton happy. Alicia, Clint’s younger sister, was the next closest with light-brown hair. “We’re going to fuck her and give her what she needs.”
I wanted to moan, “Yes.”
“I’m going to ram my dick into my mom’s pussy. Shit, that’s the pussy that birthed me. I’m going to fuck her so hard. And then you’re going to lick her pussy clean of my cum. A creampie. Damn, I love that type of porn.”
My eyes widened. Porn was the one thing Clint had never talked to me about, always growing embarrassed that I knew he watched it—what nineteen-year-old boy didn’t?—and I had always wanted to know what turned him on.
I sucked hard. Wanting to please him. I would lick all his jizz from his mom’s pussy. I would devour him. My fingers made wet, squelching sounds as I reamed my cum-filled cunt. I frigged myself so hard as I sucked and bobbed my mouth.
I was hungry for his cum. What would it taste like? Some girls said it was gross and spat it out. But I had seen a few pornos, and those girls all loved cum. They swallowed it because that was what guys liked. It made them happy when a girl swallowed.
And I wanted to make Clint so happy. He was my man. I loved him so much.
“Shit,” Clint groaned. “Damn, your mouth is so hot. Keep sucking, Melody. I’m going to cum again. My poor balls hurt, but I need to fire one last load into your sweet mouth.”
I shuddered, my pussy clenching hard on my fingers. I bobbed and sucked and swirled my tongue. I was so eager for him to erupt into my mouth. I stared up at him, watching the pleasure cross his face as I ground the heel of my hand on my clit, massaging the bud as I frigged my pussy faster and faster.
His fingers tightened in my hair. His face twisted, mouth opening. His hips shook. And then his cum spurted into my mouth. Salty and thick. It was a little bitter. A heat rushed through me as I swallowed the first load.
It wasn’t bad.
It was sexy.
The second squirt tasted even better. I moaned, loving how wicked this was. My pussy clenched so hard on my fingers as I swallowed his final blast. He grunted, shaking, and then fell back on the bed, panting so hard.
“Oh, Clint,” I moaned, popping my mouth off his dick. “Oh, that was hot. I’m going to eat all your cum out of your mom’s cunt. I will devour Aunt Cheryl!”
My orgasm washed over me as I pictured my aunt’s thighs spread wide, her pussy gaping open from her son’s big cock fucking her, his cum leaking out of her depths, dripping down to the bedspread, staining it as I crawled to her and devoured her.
My back arched as my pussy spasmed on my fingers. I shoved them in deep, savoring the bliss while Clint watched me with hungry eyes while sitting up on his elbow. My pleasure peaked through me as he watched me, and then I moaned, resting my head on his lap.
He stroked my hair. “You are awesome, Melody,” he said. “Damned awesome. I love you.”
I smiled. “Love you, too.”
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Clint Elliston
We were a mess. We slipped out of my bedroom to shower off. Melody wore one of my t-shirts, which fell down past her hips to her upper thighs. She looked so sexy in it, her blonde hair tousled from our love making, her nipples dimpling the dark fabric.
How did she look so hot wearing my shirt? There was nothing overtly sexy about a man’s t-shirt, and yet seeing the girl I loved wearing it made my dick twitch. And it was so sore from three orgasms so close together.
We passed my sister Alicia’s door on the way to the bathroom. I paused, picturing her in there, small breasts jiggling, her petite body quivering, her fingers rubbing her virgin pussy as she imagined she was Melody.
What if she really did hear us? My attic bedroom wasn’t over Alicia’s, but she might have. Part of me wanted to throw open the door and catch her jilling her pussy, but Melody pulled me down the hallway to the bathroom.
Showering was a lot of fun. We didn’t have sex, my cock needed to recover after three times, but we played around, laughing, giggling, our bodies slippery with water and soap. The hot water heater lasted long, an upgrade Dad and I had installed just before his death. With three women in the household, hot water could be an issue.
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